Saturday, September 24, 2011

Daily Poem #151

#151

The pacing heart.
A running soul.
The wind
so red
with heat
in the summer
of this
game.

To never lose.
A paced heart.
Made to succeed
in the
galloping
hunt
of an
enemy
so close.

The chasing soul.
A debt for one
who is never
in one place,
running
to begin
what is yours
to earn
in the end.

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